The ocean of filth
Now surrounding, engulfing earth’s shore
Lies clinging, smothering like a belt of oil
Yet now I discern
A sweet, melodious note,
As the first birds of morn
And the gentle breath of new life
Heralding another day.
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Dearest do not fret
For what seems lost, broken
To our eyes, before us and behind,
Is fecund humus hiding its issue
Of good news bursting through warning;
Certainty, peace, balm for the heart
And we the gardeners, expectant of green
That will colour the dark mud of winter’s death
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Hajj Issa - for the Fuqara 
Yes. So a new dawn of Allah is coming! Thank you. What a marvellous poem, harmonious of music and puriy of language. The first qasida of a new diwan. I always knew the poet but not his poems. I am so glad he started to sing! Alhamdulillah subhana wa ta’ala.
Thank you Hajj Abdalbasir. I know nothing of poetry -I wish I did. This is in response to Matthew Arnold’s observation of the passing of faith in the mid 19th century. So I have used a part of his poem to express what I hope would bring him joy. So for me it was like shooting in the dark and I am glad that someone of your knowledge of poetry has confirmed that I hit the mark. Thanks to Shaykh Abdalhaqq for quoting it in the first place.
salam alaykum, only want say that the poem is beautiful… sorry for my little words, my english is not very nice.
I follow the teachs of shaykh Dr. Abdalqadir as-Sufi from all web sites, cause i am from Argentina.
Thank you.
Yasmin Matuk
Yasmin, wa alaykum assalam. Gracias por sus amables palabras. Estoy feliz de saber que seguir los trabajos del Sheik Dr. Abdalqadir As-Sufi. Espero que siga algunos de los enlaces a los sitios de su pueblo. Con una pequeña ayuda de un traductor.
Now I know of a poet who does not acknowledge his worth. The poem is good and I am not worthy of further comment.